I suppose it's inevitable that if you spend enough time with someone in various states of undress, usually climbing over each other's hot, sweaty bodies sooner or later something is going to happen...... So I shouldn’t have been surprised when she put her hand down my shorts and grabbed hold of my aching erection – but I was….
I’d been training with Jo for months before the spark finally kindled to a burning fire between the two of us. We’d been paired together more as a punishment then as an intended partnership. She’d joined my club just recently and had a circus background before that. Which in my eyes meant she lacked discipline and conditioning, and I’m ashamed to say I wasn’t shy in telling her. I was the squad captain, which meant being in charge of warm ups and strengthening programmes. It afforded me a small amount of power over my team mates which I usually exercised with care and compassion. If I new someone wasn’t up to training that day I’d wouldn’t push it, sometimes changing the whole session to something lighter so they wouldn’t stand out. Jo however really pushed my buttons. I guess she innocently wanted to help but she started making suggestions as to how I could improve my work outs, which got my back up resulting in my pushing her far harder than was necessary. She gave as good as she got though, openly challenging my own ability – testing how strong or how powerful I was. This bickering upset the team, which up set the coach which resulted in us being told to pair up and work together or not at all. There was a display coming up and we were to put a paired acro-balance together.
Now, my coach knew that I was a competition gymnast, I liked the sport and I liked to win. I was happy to participate in displays because they raised the profile of the club, and for many less successful squad members this was their chance to shine. I thought acro-balance was for those who didn’t want to work as hard as me, it looked nice but wasn’t really what gymnastics was about. So choreographing a routine was far from one of my strengths. Jo on the other hand was in her element. She’d performed with a circus troupe and could do this kind of thing standing on her head – literally, but I wasn’t about to concede the floor opting instead for my usual I’m in charge approach. Jo however had other ideas, before I finished my first sentence she’s grabbed my arm locked it behind my back and forced me to the floor, “I thought you’d be like this, so I decided it was best to show you my idea instead of waiting for you to ask me”. She wanted to do a stage fight, and she’d even picked the music too a sample from the ‘Matrix’ sound track. I couldn’t argue, I loved that kind of thing and Matrix was one of my favourite films. Nursing a sore arm and a bruised ego we got to work, our determination to out manoeuvre each other being the perfect catalyst. The routine was huge success and I was stuck Jo.
After that we still bickered like cat and dog, but at least we had a common ground on which to fight, and with all that tension sooner or later something had to blow. I still blame her for everything, and at the same time I thank her too for memories I would never want to forget. We were working on a new balance routine which wasn’t going well and we needed extra practice, so we’d stayed on after every one else had gone home. The routine contained some difficult lifts. This meant getting very close, intimately close and whether she's changed her perfume or styled her hair I don't know, but I couldn't stop myself from getting really turned on. This is very rare as usually the effort and pain involved performing lifts safely is pretty much a passion killer, but this particular afternoon I had a raging hard on and needless to say it kept getting in the way. Jo tried making a joke of it, which apart from embarrassing me only seemed to make things worse. So as we repositioned for the next lift me standing directly behind her hands around her waist I was supposed to raise her straight up so she stood on my legs arms stretched out. Only once again I was prodding her from behind. “Right you need sorting out” what she meant by that became startling obvious when she stuck her hand down my shorts! My cock had been aching badly; I was so turned on and had been unable to do anything until now. All I managed to say was “Jo that’s sooo good” it felt like she was massaging away all the tension, but at the same time my heart was beating faster and my head was spinning. All I could think about was grabbing her, and holding her body close to mine. The next second we were kissing, pulling at each other’s clothes. Our gear was all loose fitting and it wasn’t long before we were completely naked, all the while Jo’s hand has barely stopped stroking me.
How I didn’t explode there and then I’ll never know. Taking in her slender body was making me hungry and then I had an idea. “Want to try that lift the other way round?” Jo seemed to know exactly what I was thinking because she walked over to the wall bars and facing me lifted her legs off the ground opening them wide. I could see the lips of her pussy glistening with juice, she looked so wet and inviting I could have happily slid my cock right in and fucked her till I exploded, but that was going to have to wait. Kneeling in front of her I took hold of a leg in each hand. hooking them over my shoulders I stood up, Jo straddling my face, my tongue buried in her sweet pussy, my mouth rubbing her clit. I was standing upright balancing Jo above me while eating her out. She was steadying herself by holding the back of my head “I’m not getting down till you’ve made me cum!” she shouted pulling my hair in her fingers. Buried in her snatch I was in no position to argue. All I could do was slide my tongue in and out of her hole furiously while I sucked on her mound. My hands were underneath her bum moulding the flesh between my fingers, my arms were getting tired from keeping her supported. I needed her to climax and quickly. I shook my arms with as much strength as I had left, the vibrations pulsing through ass drove her wild. Legs locked around my head she was screaming now “Yes, yes, oh Fucking Hell Yes!”. Unable to breathe and muscles cramping from the excursion I collapsed backwards. Jo landing in a panting, quivering, giggling heap on top of me. Between her gasps for air and laughter she said “I guess it’d true what they say, we do have more fun”
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